May 2012
25 posts
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Before she left for work, my mom asked me to water the plants in the garden. This isn’t a hard or strenuous task; in fact, if our house weren’t surrounded by other houses on all sides, I’d probably be doing it right now, or at least I’d be passed out on a lawn chair with my cat sitting on me or something.
But the thing is this: I know that if I go outside, I will...
Last night I had a dream that I went to a rave in...
But here’s the thing - I’ve never actually been to a rave, so I had no sensory data for my subconscious to draw on. Meaning: there was no music in my dream, only a bunch of unruly high school kids who couldn’t believe the DJ didn’t show. So the lights go up and some fat girl with neon dreads tries to steal my phone and everyone is leaving, and then suddenly Beyonce walks in...
I'm going to California for ten days with my dad...
I have an interview for a potential internship at a game company in San Francisco, and will be visiting the small town where I grew up for the first time in 12 years.
But while all that’s exciting, the thing I want most from the trip is a sweet, sweet Double-Double Animal Style with fries and a chocolate shake from In-N-Out.
Priorities.
What did you do on your last night as an...
Sat in my bed and moped, that’s what. Worried about being the person who trips at graduation. Fielded calls from friends who are just now realizing I’m leaving on Tuesday. Drank beer from a stolen Brewer’s glass. Ignored the pile of stuff I need to pack.
You always think these “last days” of anything are going to be more exciting and cathartic and life affirming...
Well
My parents are here. Roughly half of my stuff is packed and in the living room. It’s 1:30 AM and I’m listening to “You Get What You Give” and riding out the buzz I got from one and a half margaritas.
All of this is getting too real.
This is probably the last sunrise I'm going to...
Resizing things in Photoshop is a bitch, kids. Don’t do it the night (morning?) you’re going to hang your show.
Earlier I was loosely putting words together in preparation for some post about the college experience, because it’s almost obligatory now that it’s over. But all I can think of currently, on repeat, is how suddenly I’m old. I’m not 18 but...
First Listen: Beach House, 'Bloom' : NPR →
I’m halfway through listening to this and have had chills the whole time.
Too many clouds to see Super Moon.
:(
Thunderstorms and milkshakes on the my last-ever...
It’s fitting, somehow.
“I’d say the greatest success that I’ve had in my life is that I never have to be...”
– John Waters - Oyster #94, September 2011 (via bbook)
I’m not a big John Waters buff or anything, having only ever seen the first 15 minutes of Pink Flamingos (out of his entire filmography.) Nevertheless, I’m a little bummed I never ran into the guy around Baltimore - he has a level...
Good song for drifting off to sleep.
April 2012
54 posts
National Geographic Magazine: Huge Spirals Found... →
nationalgeographicmagazine:
Large spirals on Mars, as seen by an orbiting spacecraft. / Image courtesy U. Arizona/NASA Brian Handwerk for National Geographic News Published April 26, 2012
Hundreds of large spirals have been discovered on Mars, and scientists think the coiled features are evidence of a type of lava…
UZUMAKI UZUMAKI
The sky right now is making me feel like I’m on Venus or something.
Taking in a concert doubleheader with Creed and... →
Man Chuck Klosterman really put himself on the line for this one.
Ever since I walked into my bathroom and found a...
Sitting in the dark and working by computer glow isn’t helping.
The Radioab episode about Wagner's Ring Cycle is...
Radiolab in general is awesome but they outdo themselves here.
Caleb showed me this band a while ago - although...
Gulf seafood deformities alarm scientists -... →
Important reading, via Alex.
Longreads: A Good Man Is Hard to Find (1953) →
longreads:
[Fiction] A grandmother’s ruminations on a Southern road trip:
The grandmother didn’t want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey’s mind. Bailey was the son she lived with, her only boy. He was sitting…
This is damn fine story.
Sometimes I think my true purpose is to tell...